Castledown

As a young girl, Sibyl had lived in a magic land conjured by a lonely child's imagination, filled with noble princes, fierce desert chieftains, evil sorceresses, and beautiful mythic creatures – a world of wonder and magic. She called the lands of her world by exotic names and fancied it lay just beyond the windowsill of a crumbling New England mansion. As Sibyl grew up, her childhood fantasy gradually became a dim memory, as remote as a dream half-remembered. Until the Players of Ornat gathered in the moonlit forest of Tredana and called her home again – and Sibyl finally knew that her fantasies had been reality all along.